von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Is it a time-bomb you are setting?
Is it our lost love you are regretting?
Why is this upsurge so upsetting?
If these things weren’t so distracting
(seeing you, his head you’re patting)
if these thoughts weren’t so contorted
perhaps my hearts-cry would be transported
but this castle’s uncompleted
Another surge of vitality needed
how you begged, how you pleaded
Asking me if I won’t please feed it
This insatiable self of yours
From your lips poisonous honey pours
hard as a rock at the center-core
Wondering what the gun was for?
Wilderness knights and maidens of days long by
Virgin breaks after not much of a try
Your past lies flat, open before me
Watching all your lies as they flee
It’s not only for you, it’s also for him
seeing those eyes so dreamy and green
Tasting your lips, I touch and I test
watching your hips go bounce as you walk
watching, expectantly, your breast
seems there is a slight swell as we talk
Trying to regain correct functioning of my brain
struggling to explain, what to me seems so plain,
this ceaseless battle to obtain more than old whatsisname
trying to maintain, every effort is in vain
Every-one the trophy claims, partial working I regain
suicide you sustain, still you say I need no brain
cramped in this uncomfortable frame ever since my soul was slain
since that day your head is craned,
see your light begin to wane
From far away I see your sun slipping out of sight
Narrowly I see your day return to night
Fight? You might, but alas to no avail
this time, same as every-one, you fail
No more high-head, tight lip, jaunty smile
like all the dry, dead, old shit
Junk is on a pile
What a way to say: ”Hey, good-day, good-bye”
Have your way, I pull into the lay-bye.
and watch visions of fornication fly by